A few weeks ago I read on the Fussy site about National Blog Posting Month (NaBloPoMo). Hmm, I thought to myself, that’s intriguing. The idea of posting a new blog entry every single day during the month of November would be a challenge I might just be able to meet.
It’s been stewing in my mind for weeks. Should I sign up or not? It could be fun, I’d think, and that thought would be followed immediately by a question: How can I commit to something like that when the future’s unknown? Something better might come along to occupy my time, and then I’d face a dilemma of my own creation. Why would I want to do that?
Today’s November 1st. It’s put-up or shut-up time, and I've decided to do neither. I didn’t sign up for NaBloPoMo, but I’m going to try to post something every day this month anyway.
It’ll be kind of like running a marathon alongside the official track, only without the number on my shirt. And if I get hot or tired or thirsty and decide to quit “running”? That’s the best part! All I have to do is veer off course, merge into the crowd, and stop doing it. It wouldn’t be quitting because I was never actually in the race.
According to the rules I’d be following if I were following the rules on the Fussy site, entrants can post “pictures, poems, observations, critiques, or bald-faced lies.” I’m sure I’ll post a variety of things because of different time constraints on different days, and I’m warning you now that some of my entries may be crap. That being said, if you can’t tell the difference between this month’s crappy entries and everything else I’ve published up until now, I would deeply appreciate it if you wouldn’t tell me that.
Feel free to “run” along with me if you like. I’d welcome the company, but I can’t promise how far we’ll go.